Mezmorized (Explicit) - Wiz Khalifa

Written by：Ron Latour/Cameron Thomaz

It's young Khalifa man

Paper Plane Gang

5 0 1 young

Aye shout out to my brother Spitta man

I just wanted to say that

And your b**ch could see this sh*t from across the street ni**a

It's pimpin' over here

Macaroni

Ta Ha

Kush and Orange Juice ni**a

What up Chevy

Jerm I see you

Cardo On The Beat

Uh I don't love 'em

I don't chase 'em I duck 'em

Smoke somethin'

Go to a new state soon as I f**k 'em

Niggas be pressed for p**sy

It ain't nothing

Instead of worrying about who that b**ch f**kin'

Why don't you get you some money

9 times out of 10 she see me stuntin'

Game running

Wanna know my hotel

And who phone to ring when she coming

I keep it a hundred

Get love from the hoes but it's

Money over b**ches

Nothing above it

Like the w**d loud

Like my engine when I speed up

B**ches holding they weave

Rolling trees

With they pretty feets up

Them suckas often imitate

But they can't be us

So super high

Look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh

Cut my speakers up

Drowning out what the critics say just

Continue to smoke and remain G as f**k

Polo socks match my Polo hat

She leave once it's a known fact

That she ain't coming back

Now Taylor Gang that

And ain't sh*t change

But the amount of horses in my motor

When I switch lanes

And I beat 'em blinding

With them diamonds in my big chain

Heavy in the game little homie

I'm doing big things

And them b**ches they mesmerized

They recognize

I keep it so G I keep it so G

Get you some money f**kin' with me f**kin' with me

I don't love 'em

I don't chase 'em I duck 'em

Try to get paper

How the f**ker don't know sh*t about her

I take you up where it's cloudy

Ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada

I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand

One of my baddest b**ches

Rollin' up while I'm driving

And she don't even smoke

Just hit it once while she light it

My game tight seal and sign it

Them niggas just playing

Ain't really ballin'

Saying they being honest

Claiming that's your wife

But we can't call it

She all in my hotel suite

At 3 in the morning

Taking her clothes off

Inhaling w**d and coughing

Ain't her first time chiefing

But say she don't do this often

Since I was 16

I had all the intentions to keep it G

Take niggas hoes

And smoke hella trees with 'em

As for your team

You niggas in the stands you just lookin'

I'm a pro to these rookies

And plan is still paper over p**sy

And ain't sh*t change

But the amount of horses in my motor

When I switch lanes

And I beat 'em blinding

With them diamonds in my big chain

Heavy in the game little homie

I'm doing big things

And them b**ches they mesmerized

They recognize

I keep it so G I keep it so G

Get you some money f**kin' with me f**kin' with me

Yeah ni**a this sh*t just don't sound cool

This what we go to sleep to wake up to

Kush and Orange Juice ni**a

Got your b**ch cooking them cheese eggs too

Got paper in my pocket

Taylor Gang what's up

See y'all niggas man

We done f**ked over 'em this year it's a wrap

Hahahaha yeah

We don't want no more sucker sh*t ever